Vows Of Redemption

Vows Of Redemption

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication ven., oct. 18, 2024
Amina's breath came in ragged gasps as she sprinted through the dense forest, her heart pounding in her chest. Behind her, the shouts of men grew louder, their footsteps crashing through the underbrush. She pushed herself harder, branches whipping against her face, her mind racing with fear and desperation. Emerging from the jungle, she found herself in the chaotic maze of the city. She darted from alley to alley, her eyes scanning for any possible escape. Turning a corner, she stumbled upon a darkened alley and froze. There, lying motionless on the ground, was an injured man. Ignoring the danger she was in, Amina rushed to his side, her hands trembling as she checked for a heartbeat. A faint pulse met her fingers, and she breathed a sigh of relief. But the man was heavy, and moving him seemed impossible. Desperation clawed at her as she glanced around, her eyes landing on an old wooden cart abandoned nearby. With a surge of determination, Amina dragged the cart to the man's side and, with great effort, managed to heave him onto it. Sweat dripped down her face as she pushed the cart through the narrow streets, her eyes darting around for any signs of pursuit. She reached a small, dimly lit private clinic and burst through the doors, gasping for breath. "Please," she begged the receptionist, "he's my brother. Save him." The receptionist nodded, calling for assistance as Amina watched, her heart in her throat. Once she was reassured that he would be taken care of, she slipped back into the shadows, disappearing into the night. Unbeknownst to Amina, her act of kindness would set off a chain of events that would intertwine her fate with that of the ruthless man she had just saved, leading them both into a future neither could have predicted.
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this might come across as another attempt for romanticize abuse but have faith and read till the end Amal's pov: "please leave me" i pleaded to him but he just tightened his grip on my hand. "why?" he asked clenching his jaw staring at me and that was enough for me to get scared , he came closer to me and holding both my hands he pushed me towards him "i am asking you something, why should i not touch you?" i looked down trying to blink away my tears scared of the fact that if he sees me crying, i dont know what will he do. "just please i cant do this" I tried to explain my voice broken and shaky "I.Am.Asking" he paused and digged his finger deeper in my arms, "WHY!!!!??" he yelled i flinched and started shaking furiously "because its haram" i said and started sobbing he left my both hands and held my face in his hand squeezing my cheeks painfully, while I trembled in his arms, "are you really that Muslim who cares about haram and halal?" i felt like he slapped me, i looked at him shocked tears pooling out of my eyes, he took a deep breath trying to calm himself "i own you amal sweetheart but since you keep saying its haram, i am going to marry you and then i will see what excuse you have, now take rest darling you are going to be my bride today" with that he threw me on the bed and left and i just sobbed over my condition and started praying to allah to save me. Hi! i am neelam, This book is my first book and here's a sneak peak of the story if people want to read it I'll continue its just a peek if this gets some views I'll start writing amd uploading more and proper chapters

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